Baby!~Tony Stark

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Beau Caron didn't have much. He didn't have a house, opting to sleep on his friends couches or in his car-he could just sell the car but he'd had it since he was 15 and there was no way he would part with it. He didn't have any family besides two very close friends who lived all the way in Queens. He didn't have very much money either, having to work three different jobs(occasionally four) just to get by and pay his phone bill along with buying groceries. 

He told himself he was supposed to be saving up to pay all those parking tickets he had collected throughout New York City. He hadn't yet.

But what Beau did have was a job. One he was about to loose if he didn't start paying attention.

"Beau!"

The boy's eyes snapped up, breaking his trance on the people walking outside. 

Mr. Man-his actual name by the way-glared at the boy, while pulling on his jacket. 

"Jesus Beau, pull your head out of your ass and pay attention. I ain't paying you to stare outside all day. This is a fine establishment and I won't loose customers because you're off in la la land, okay?" Beau secretly rolled his eyes but nodded. "Yes sir."

Mr. Man gave him a short nod, "Now. I have to go run some errands and pick up my daughters to bring them back here. Damn babysitter canceled again. I'm putting you in charge while I'm gone, okay?" Beau nodded again. And with his confirmation, Mr. Man was out the door and into the rushing crowds of New York, the old bell ringing behind him.

Beau blew air out of his mouth, turning on the counter, his back now facing the door. He didn't have anything against Mr. Man besides thinking there was no possible that was his actual name but it was. Man was a pudgy fifty eight year old with a constantly red face and a mustache that laid on his upper lip, looking like a hairy caterpillar. He was nice and so was his family but he did tend to over exaggerate when it came to things like the store.

"Fine establishment," Beau huffed, "Yeah right." 

The store was bright pink(Mrs. Man's choice) and small. It was a quaint bakery and barley got any customers except for the small few who wandered in looking for a sweet treat or just by chance. Of all the jobs he worked, this one was Beau's favorite. What they didn't sell Beau got to take home which saved him both money and man power. 

The Mans' payed him decently and treated him nicely, always making sure he was okay and not starving. Mrs. Man did all the cooking as Mr. Man worked with the money and goods and Beau couldn't bake for shit. He'd offer his help but Mrs. Man would always deny him with a soft smile, insisting she liked working alone and in the kitchen. (She did know about Beau's shit baking skills but never said that that was why she told him no. It was.)

Beau sighed dramatically. He spread himself against the front counter, smiling to himself as his back popped. Ahhh that's the spot

"Looks like you're having fun there."

Beau sprung up, clutching his arms to his chest in surprise. 

Why the fuck didn't he hear the bell?

As if reading his mind, the stranger held out his hand, the dangly store bell resting in his palm.

"This uh...this kinda fell off when I came inside. Guess it's a sign you should switch digital." Beau starred at the man, cautiously sticking his hand out over the counter to grab the bell. 

"Thanks."

"No problem. " The man spoke causally. He clapped his hands, rubbing them together while looking at the chalkboard behind Beau. "Now...what should I get?" His eyes scanned the board, focusing on the desserts, Beau taking the chance to observe the stranger.